Revenge is a Dish Best Served ...

On one side of the wall, Mo was laying the wood to Presley Putnam. He'd taken the Viagra offered to him by his stepbrother Aaron, but it wasn't like he needed it. Presley's long, tanned legs in the air, her toes curled and her heels dangling, and that tight waxed tanned cunt milking him insistently ... that was all he needed to get a powerful, aching erection. His hefty balls slapped Presley's bleached asshole, making her coo with excitement.

"Oh my God, you're such a stud, Mo!" she gushed. "What has you worked up tonight?"

***

What had Mo worked up was the same thing that had D-Train at full mast, and Aaron practically vibrating with excitement. The lure of proving a point. Aaron sucked urgently and insistently on Reena's swollen breasts. D-Train was fucking her sidesaddle, and Reena had lost her composure. Her cunt was leaking cream. Her tits were leaking milk. And then the telltale sound was heard. Max was fucking Amy.

The white couple tried to match the diverse trio. Ten minutes ... twenty minutes. Reena remembered a time when that kind of performance would be remarkable. But she was with a Black man now. She kissed him deeply, whispering quietly into his ear, then wailed loudly as he redoubled his effort. Through the wall, Aaron could hear the distant sounds of Mo and Presley matching the action. And then frustration recriminations one room over.

***

Max and Amy checked out the next morning. Amy looked sullen, staring daggers at Max. It truly was best served hot, Reena thought, satisfied.

"You've earned your reward, D-Train," she told her bull quietly.